I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
"I don't know." There it is, those same three words. I don't know when I was happy, I don't know why I'm not now. She doesn't know how to fix it, either, how assemble her jigsaw soul back into an image he can recognize.
Maybe she never will.
He retreats again, thrown off by the whirlwind of cruel confusion that surrounds her as the panic rises like a storm behind her eyes. Eyes now closed, stung with tears, hidden behind hands and hair. She draws her knees up too, cocooning herself against the oppression of her own mind. Stupid, useless, broken. She needs to snap out of it, to pull herself together.
But she can't, and it isn't fair.
Again she feels the crushing pressure landing on her chest. Of course he doesn't know what to do for her: she doesn't know what to do for herself. "Then go," she grinds out between clenched teeth, feeling the tears dampen her knees. "I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I'm not okay. I'm sorry you have to see it. Just... Give me some time to fix myself. And then we can go back to pretending everything is fine." Like always. Because if there's one person Amalia always seems to pretend for, it's him.
Maybe she never will.
He retreats again, thrown off by the whirlwind of cruel confusion that surrounds her as the panic rises like a storm behind her eyes. Eyes now closed, stung with tears, hidden behind hands and hair. She draws her knees up too, cocooning herself against the oppression of her own mind. Stupid, useless, broken. She needs to snap out of it, to pull herself together.
But she can't, and it isn't fair.
Again she feels the crushing pressure landing on her chest. Of course he doesn't know what to do for her: she doesn't know what to do for herself. "Then go," she grinds out between clenched teeth, feeling the tears dampen her knees. "I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I'm not okay. I'm sorry you have to see it. Just... Give me some time to fix myself. And then we can go back to pretending everything is fine." Like always. Because if there's one person Amalia always seems to pretend for, it's him.
Amalia
